Erotic prose

Very interesting entry, Dataface

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Under Sappho's Gaze


i walk to the bedside, sitting on the edge
i reach up to caress your raven hair,
down your ear, across your cheek, along your jaw,
i lean in inhaling your scent.

sapphire, desire filled eyes, long lashed
rivaling crystal clear waters of the Turquoise sea;
sultry and unblinking
seductive entrapment in liquid blue

trailing soft butterfly kisses down your cheek
stopping on your lips;
lingering, hovering
feeling your warm breath

it's like your soul trails on your lips
guiding your breath into me, binding me down
you sweep through me as though to rid my sins
but then to lie into me, take control, take me as i am

your fingers carry a softness to them
that makes my flesh quiver for comfort,
to taste your flesh would bring me such joy
i feel i morph before you, to bring you unto me

i can't help myself, i trace your contours
fingers tip toeing down your back, feeling
teasing with the pads, loops and swirls loving you
knee to thigh, you are so hot next to me

as the heat suddenly begins to rise i cannot stop,
like i am suddenly watching a mirage
hands like vice grips on your thighs, unrelenting
can you take me? i want to force myself unto you.

we tangle as lusty swimmers in this sea of sheets,
my tongue exploring your lonely caverns and valleys
searching, crawling, needing the hidden treasures,
i need no map to search, i know the trail well.

my mouth upon succulent tender peaks, tongue rolling
swirling bringing forth throaty lustful moans, fingers diving
into your rich oasis, feeling your warmth spread over my hand
your scent intoxicating, an earthy sin induced primal orgasm.

riding on glistening waters of the purest blue,
a soul of sapphire burning with intense heat
all thoughts, movements, uncontrolled caged
in consumption of logic and reason leaving nothing
untouched in its inevitable wake but the
purest love of sapphire blue...

Gigi's Diaries: Ride 'em Cowgirl (Episode 1 of 2)

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I don't know what it is about men but they always seem to have the worst sense of timing when it comes to something you've planned for months.
 
I wanted to do something different for my husband's birthday so for the last six weeks I'd been taking these pole dancing classes downtown.  We actually even had a couple of sessions at a strip club during their off hours which I thought was sexy as hell. When it was my turn to dance solo up on stage I could feel the power of control those women must have, and practically taste the unclaimed sex.  
 
I was a little shocked but greatly flattered when our instructor, Coco, told me that the owner of the club liked my energy and said if I needed work he could find a spot for me.  Thanks I thought, but my routine was to be a private one.  
 
I debated and labored for what seemed like weeks on a costume for his "birthday party."  Should I play the school girl complete with plaid skirt, pigtails, and a lollipop saturating my mouth?  
 
Then again, I knew he had a thing for cowgirls, so maybe Daisy Dukes cut just above my ass cheeks.  A white tank top tee with a villainous black push up silk bra to tame the girls.  Black aviator sunglasses because I knew he loved my eyes so hiding them would drive him mad.  Black leather gloves and calf high boots. And of course a wide brim black cowboy hat, and handcuffs in case he got a little too ornery.  
 
So which?  
 
In the end I chose both.  
 
But the real gem to it all was the western saddle I'd found online for less than $100.  It was vintage, circa 1935 and had all the earmarks of hard rides on the trail with spur marks and bridle nicks.  The stand it came on made it perfect as a little stage, and after he could keep it in the den as a conversation piece.
 
Now where the hell was he I thought.  He'd called earlier to say he could get a ride from the airport because he knew I wanted to setup for his surprise.  
 
Finally, I saw the headlights of a car pull up in our driveway.  
I immediately hit the remote for the music system to get my special mix going.  I took one final sip of the Jack Daniels I'd been nipping at waiting for him. Mounted the horseless saddle on its stand while still puffing the joint I had rolled.  I left a couple on the table for him along with the rest of the Jack.  
 
To add drama to it all I positioned myself with my back to the living room entrance so he could see my ass in the cut off jeans and smoke billowing up from under my hat.  The room was candlelit so I cast a cascading silhouette off the walls and ceiling.  
 
Then I heard a rather awkward, "Umm Gigi ... Uh honey ..."  It was the same tone of voice he has when he  forgets to pick up the kids from daycare; the same tone he had when was stupid enough to say to my face my sister's apple pie taste better than mine.
 
Suddenly the lights were on.  
 
I turn to look over my shoulder and through my hazed eyes, over the top of my aviators I see Keith Woodson standing next to my husband.  I was mortified.
 
I'm dressed up like some rodeo hooker, and this man decides to bring home a coworker with him.  It's a good thing this outfit didn't come with six shooters because they'd both be dead right about now I thought.  
 
"Uh honey, you remember Keith.  He was at the conference too,  in from California and just stopped by to pick up some design material to take back with him."
 
"Howdy Keith," I said trying to sound cool and mellow. It was the weed talking though. It had evaporated like baby powder into every pore of my skin.
 
"I'll leave you gents to entertain yo' selves while I change," I motioned towards the table with the Jack and the weed.  I made my way past them and towards the bedroom, my hideout from this posse.  
 
As I made my way down the hall to change I could hear ice filling glasses and light laughter from them both.  Then just as suddenly Robbie walks in the bedroom.  
 
"Thank you for the gift honey.  It's beautiful.  You're beautiful," he tells me.
 
Just as I was about to protest and tell him how hard I had worked to pull this night off ... He kisses me.  And just like that I don't give a shit about being a wagon train puta, I was just glad my man was back from the dusty trail.  Home again.
 
Next thing I know the kiss is broken and he's tugging me into the living room.  
 
"Come on," he says, "apparently you were planning a show and I want to see it."  
 
"Are you fucking nuts?" I protest, lightly pulling my way back to the bedroom. "I'm not going out there with him."
 
"It's MY birthday," he insists in a tone that makes me a school girl without the uniform.  
 
When I enter the living room it's once again candlelit and my music mix is in full effect resonating off the walls.
 
As I make my way towards the saddle to start the show I can already feel Keith's eyes gripping my hips and ass.  I'd seen that look from him before, usually at company events.  
 
Although he was based in California, he and Robbie had gotten to be pretty close because of projects they worked on together.  At company parties he always seemed to be fawning over me. Getting me drinks, complimenting my outfits; and checking out my ass.
Big time.  
 
I had to admit I thought he was attractive too.  He had the most God gorgeous lips I had ever seen on a man.  They actually made me wet once just watching him sip a drink at a party.  To make matters worse his voice was like chiseled velvet.  It just crushed me when he spoke.  On the drive home from the party that night Robbie teased me about how Keith and I were flirting and laughing with each other all night.
 
I laughed it off with, "Him? You're crazy." But when we got home that night we fucked like our lives depended on it; and that was the last time we spoke about Keith, until now.

Gigi's Diaries: Ride 'em Cowgirl (Episode 2 of 2)

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As I started to dance for them I remembered Coco's words.  

"Take it slow, real slow. Make your man beg for every drop of you.  Every lock of your hair, right down to your ankles."

With my arms outstretched and hands bracing the saddle, I stood bent at the knees just a bit, just enough to do the "booty bounce" or "money maker" as Coco called it.  My ass cheeks were playing peekaboo up and down through my cutoffs syncopated to the beat of the music.  

I could tell from the glaze in Ronnie's and Keith's eyes it wasn't just weed that had them.  They were both repositioning themselves in their seats, pulling at the legs of their pants to make room for what I'm sure were two growing hard ons.  It made me smile, cooly. Coyly.

The dance motion was getting to me too however. The rise and fall of the cutoff jeans was creating a bit of friction on my lips and clit.  I was getting wet.  

Time to switch up the motion I thought.  I started rocking and dipping my hips from left to right, then right to left. Start off high on one side, rock low and then pop it high to the other, then reverse it.  

"Yeehaw, ride 'em cowgirl," I heard Keith growl with that golden baritone.

"Yippie- kye -yay," Ronnie adds with a dark chuckle.  

With their approval I take the rider's reins attached to the saddle, flick and lick it with my tongue and then place it in my mouth between my teeth.  I do this without missing a single beat.  

The next thing I see is Keith digging down into the pockets of his pants.  'My God  was he getting that hard?' I wondered.  All of a sudden he was tossing dollar bills at me.  

I gave him a playfully cutting look over the tops of my sunglasses.

"Is that the best y'all can do cowboy?" I ask.

Not to outdone, Ronnie starts emptying his pants pockets too.

At my feet were tens, twenties and wait ... Is that a fifty?  

Smiling, I still protested mockingly, "Is that the best y'all can do?"

The next thing I knew Keith was standing behind me with his credit card in hand, eye fucking me the way he had at the last company party. He takes his platinum pass and slowly swipes it through my ass.  

My heart is thundering like a runaway herd.  

"Is that the best y'all can do?"  

And with that he practically disappears.  A desperado now burying his face, his mouth and those oh so gorgeous lips into me from behind.  He was trying to devour me right through my cutoffs.  He was saturating my lips, and my clit was pulsating unmercifully.  

As I bent over to give him more of what he wanted, what I wanted, right on some unspoken cue, Ronnie was in front of me on the other side of the saddle. He was undoing his pants as if he had forgotten the combination and couldn't get his cock out fast enough.  

It jumped at me like a rattlesnake.  

In no time he was incredibly hard and hitting the back of my throat, engorging me.

Keith took this as his signal to wriggle off my jeans to get every bit of me.  
I had to help him a bit because they were tight over my hips, but I could hear him panting in anticipation.  I didn't dare look back.  Besides I couldn't.  Ronnie had a fistful of hair like I was some wild mare that needed his taming.  He rode my mouth determined to break me.  

Keith was now settled deep inside me with that marvelous tongue and lips of his.  He was flicking my clit from behind and I thought I'd lose my mind.  Then without warning that mouth was saturating my ass.  I was being dominated and worshipped all that same time.    

I had to come off Ronnie's cock to breath a moment, and moaned "Is that best y'all can do?" looking back at Keith.  

He took the challenge immediately and unholstered his throbbing piece. He was in me. Through me.  He was massive. He had barely begun and I could already feel myself orgasming.  Once again I had to let Ronnie go to breath and to regain my soul.  

Keith's rhythm was manic sending tremors throughout me.  I echoed the motion on Ronnie's luscious cock.  It was swollen beyond words.  The harder Keith fucked me, the harder I sucked Ronnie.  The more one man moaned, the louder the other.  I was an open spigot just flowing in waves, I didn't know when one orgasm ended and the next began.  

"I'm gonna cum.  Damn it baby!  You're gonna make me cum hard," Keith gritted through his teeth.  

"0n my ass. Spread it on my ass cowboy," I ordered.    

In continued sweet syncopation my Ronnie began to orgasm too.  He was shuddering violently, but I wouldn't release him from my mouth even when he tried to pull away.  He begged, "Gigi wait," but I kept sucking.  

When I did finally release him he stumbled two steps back, his pants around his ankles, and collapsed to the floor.  

I raised myself up off the saddle and pulled up my jeans.  Put on my hat and glasses and headed for the bedroom.  

"I'll leave you gents to settle up.  Evenin' Mr. Woodson.  Have a safe trip home,  and my kind regards to your misses when y'all see her next."

As a two part entry my piece exceeds the word limit; but it is prose.

LSP

Prequel: "Locomotive Function" to be published in the Erotica issue of "Serendipity"

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/126563-locomotive-function/

Written for this challenge:

Locomotive Function: Departure

A light evening mist caressed Boston's old cobblestoned streets the way one traces a lover's back in the afterglow of an autumnal night.

The schedule at the conference had left her to believe that what had happened to her was a dream.  It had been two days since she had seen him on that deliciously murderous train ride.  She embraced the carnal memories of that afternoon with no regrets, and refused to walk around apologizing for it.  Men never did.

His schedule at the conference had been no less hectic.  He had been stroking the egos of clients telling them everything they needed to hear to keep them feeding at the trough. But in this season of costumes he needed to slip out of that skin to embrace hers again.

They agreed to meet for drinks just before her flight to Chicago.

Once again the connection was instant.  They laughed endlessly between sips of the Kentucky willow that was taking flight within. She leaned in to run her hands the length of his arm.  He pretended to admire her jewelry so he could trace the nape of her neck and heart line. Her lobes.  Her wrists.

It was time catch her flight, and he insisted on going along for the taxi ride.  

He hailed a cab by simply sucking in his lips a bit, and blowing hard.  The power of his mouth cut the fall evening's rime the same way they had pierced her on the train. Three taxis stopped when they heard his whistle.

Inside the cab he wasted no time.  He began kissing her deeply with no regard for the hostage they had taken.   His hand was tracing the length of her thigh under her skirt. As he moved closer to her beckoning warmth she parted her legs more and more. His fingers were saturated the moment he touched her lips.

She confessed, "I got wet the moment you walked into the bar."

He knew that was a command not a confession, so he did as he was told. With his finger inside her, he began to call her forward stroking her spot more intensely with each come hither.

She had to clamp down on his hand with her thighs so she wouldn't soak the seat.  She thought surely the cabbie could hear how wet she was.  The faucet had been opened.

He was now on his knees of the cab worshiping her, devouring her right through the panties she had forgotten in the ladies room of the bar when he told her he was coming with her to the airport.

The cabbie, merely a blind witness to it all, more concerned with not getting caught in bad traffic than their rediscovery.

He was inhaling her.  His lips were begging hers.  His tongue flicking and stroking her button at such a frantic pace that her hips could barely keep up.

Nonetheless she moved his head deeper and deeper between her legs.

At a traffic light just before they got on the expressway a trucker looking down from his perch could see her and the back of her lover's head.  He smiled wickedly at her and motioned a semi fisted hand towards his mouth while poking his cheek out with his tongue.  "Blow job?"

Since she was in Boston she did what she thought polite.  

She gave him the finger.  

The light turned green and she continued her ride. On the expressway the pace quickened and she had to relent.  She began to squirt without regard onto and into his begging mouth.

It was the sweetest cider he'd ever known, he was now unforgivably drunk this eve.

"Delta," the cabbie announced.

" ... The next conference is in Vegas in two months ..."

" ... I wasn't planning to, but I can rework my schedule ... See you then."

"See you then."

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Sorry, guys, but this may take me awhile, with all these great entries to choose from. Stay tuned for the results, I may just bring in some outside help. :)

Just because..

ADULT CONTENT
SEXUAL CONTENT

Prey

Like a ravenous lioness descends upon her prey,
I'm going to eat that pussy..
Like a silverback gorilla jacked up  on a viagra adrenaline cocktail,
I'm going to beat that pussy..
Like the yearnings of a man with his hand
down your pants,
your sensuous dips and a lick of my lips....
(in an I fucking love you from the depths of my soul kinda way)
...........make me feel like a man.
Like "our souls weep" when we're apart
yet always holding hands we are..
Our souls connected and tethered,
when atop my hippie queen,
making her deserve...

Intricate B

Black Velvet Rose, excellent piece!

blue_angel, beautiful writing!

Taylor, great work!

Oh my....  thank you :))

Congratulations, Black Velvet Rose - beautiful poem! And congrats to the runners up and all the great poets that entered.

Congratulations on the erotic ink selected and to the poets who penned them! Great subtle touches in your work Velvet - deftly done.

Thanks Mr. Argentina for the vote; but the pieces selected were stirring.  I enjoyed the process in creating a new erotic piece; and added another
chapter to my "Locomotive Function" ink, so many thanks to host SC as well - even though he came crashing in when he first joined - his comments
and competitions have helped spark some cool ink for me.

Happy holidays to all those who might be celebrating.

LSP